This is a direct continuation of a previous writing. For background read, "Where Lust Leads."
This is the second of a few connected stories. They aren't stories so much as true life experiences I'm just trying to get out on paper... err computer screen. I figured I may as well share my thoughts with some random strangers while I'm at it. Who knows, maybe I'll even learn something from this process. In the mean time, feel free to comment however you like. Let me know what you think, relay some of your true life experiences back to me, or just give me some positive criticism. All negative comments will be happily ignored. =) So, here it is:
Finally, I graduated and headed off to college half way across the state, about 3 hours away. Ash decided to come and help me and my parents move my stuff into my dorm. We were, of course, still as horny as ever. The entire 3 hour drive she laid across the bench seat in my truck to position herself in my lap to suck my cock while I finger fucked her to several orgasms -- all while following closely behind my parents.
Moving to college had both its advantages and disadvantages. Since we were so far away, we didn't get to see each other throughout the week. That sucked. However, we alternated driving to see each other on the weekends. This proved highly advantageous when she would come see me. Even though her parents wouldn't let her stay the night, she would drive up early Saturday morning and leave late that night, giving us all day long to further explore our sexuality. See, I had full scholarship to the honors college at the university. Lucky for me, they had several perks. One of the biggest of those perks, and a big reason for me choosing this arrangement, was a private dorm room. Between every other room was a bathroom that the students on either side would share. This meant I had no roommate to schedule our alone time around.
One week, Ash called me and asked if I had many classes that day. I only had two classes that morning that wrapped up at 11. She said that was good because she was going to fly in to see me at about that time. It really caught me off guard -- mainly because it wasn't that far. I don't know many people who fly that short of a distance. She said our youth pastor's wife was flying to my town to meet with some restaurant executives. She was helping to start a franchise in our home town and the headquarters were in the town where I went to school. Our youth pastor's wife didn't want to be the only woman on the small private jet and since she knew I went to school there, she invited Ash to tag along and hang out with me while she was in her meetings all day. Since Ash went to our church's private school where our youth pastor was also the principle, it was a breeze to just skip out at the spur of the moment.
So, when my last class let out, I drove to pick up Ash and headed back to the dorm room. We had about 5 or 6 hours until she needed to be back. We started out trying to be "good" by watching a movie, sitting on my futon. During the movie, as per usual, we started cuddling. And as cuddling often does, it lead to wondering hands that caressed sensitive areas. At first she took my arm in hers as she snuggled up to me. This placed my hand on her thigh close to her knee and her hand "naturally" fell into my lap. When Ash had sat down it pushed her loose uniform skirt up just above her knee where my hand lay. Her exposed skin under my hand meant that of course I had to caress it lightly.
Slowly, as the movie progressed, my hand wondered further up her thigh, pushing her skirt up with it. When I reached her mid thigh, her once closed legs began to slowly open. As I reached in to stroke her inner thigh, she moved her hand against my crotch as if to be unwittingly scratching an itch. The futon kept my hand closest to her from reaching any further up her leg, so she began pushing herself down, edging my hand closer to its goal. At this point we turned to each other and started kissing. This allowed us to reach our hands that were furthest away from each other across and give us better maneuvering. Our hands closest each other, now against the futon back moved from their original positions and began holding each other's heads as our kissing became more passionate and rub up and down each other's bodies. Her other hand was against my chest and I placed mine back to her thigh where I had left off. Slowly I worked my way up her inner thigh as she widened her legs to give me access.
As my one hand found its way between her legs, they other was on her side discretely rubbing the side of her large breast. The tension was building as we wanted so badly to go further. It's funny now that I look back, but the main reason we were trying so hard to be good was that we thought our youth pastor's wife would somehow know what we'd been doing once I took Ash back to her. So once my hand reached her panties, I rubbed next them where her leg joined her pelvis and all around her now soaking pussy without actually touching it. As she rubbed her hands all over my body, I continued to tease her pussy making her want me more and more. As we continued it became more and more difficult to withhold. My hand near her breast moved around to her tight stomach, then upward to caress the underside of her large mounds strapped tightly in her form fitting shirt. As I became more and more anxious, I began to cup the underside of her boob and lightly pass my fingers over her warm pussy. Finally we couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed my crotch and started rubbing my cock through my pants. I firmly grasped her breast and slid my fingers along her fabric covered slit. The moment my hand touched her pussy she let out a long moan, releasing the pent up sexual energy that had been building up for so long.